Martha Stewart

I'm rediscovering Zao's "The Fear is What Keeps Us Here." It's a fine effort.
Monday morning I had a very small deer come in behind me at around 8:30. Having decided that I wouldn't shoot it, I just watched it. Said deer must have been sleepy because it took a nice lie down twenty yards straight behind me tree. "Aww, that's cool," I thought. Said deer stayed there until 10:15. I normally get down at 10, so I can get to the office. I didn't want to make the deer fully aware of my presence, but I needed to get down. I was on the verge of whistling at it when it finally elected to continue on its way. In doing so, I was offered an easy shot. I just kept thinking how much I wished that deer was a couple years older.
If you were paying attention you would have realized that I referred to that deer as an "it." Well, that's honestly all I can say for sure. From a distance I would say it was a doe, but it's head looked a little funny, like it should have had antlers but didn't.
While the deer was bedded behind me, a coyote came in from the opposite direction. The deer saw the coyote, but I don't think the coyote ever saw the deer. I could have smoked the coyote at about twenty yards before it winded me.
Daulton started crying pretty much the instant he walked into the building yesterday. At first, he wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but I learned pretty quickly that his mother and step-father are divorcing. He was understandably upset. I guess they have been together about ten years. It was interesting to get his take on the matter though. He said that his step-father had been cheating on his mother, but he didn't want them to get a divorce because it would hurt his mother.
Today Daulton didn't show up until a half-hour before I close the office. He told me that he got in trouble. As he tells it, his teacher accused him of not doing his work, but Daulton insists he did. They had an exchange about it, and Daulton muttered under his breath, "this is f*****g gay." The teacher heard this and asked if Daulton had dropped the f-bomb. Daulton admitted he had, and the teacher had him copy out of the dictionary for the next two hours. As I said, this is according to Daulton. Who knows what the whole truth of the matter is?
Anna's getting a fancy new smartphone. My mother got us a membership to Sam's Club. These two things sound unrelated, but give me a chance to connect them. Anna saw online that she could get a good price on her desired smartphone at Sam's Club. We had yet to go to Sam's Club and actually register our membership, so yesterday we did that. Sadly, upon completing our registration we went over to the cellphone counter and discovered that they didn't carry the particular phone Anna wanted.
Most of last night was spent with Anna and her mother calling Verizon Wireless to figure out what they needed to do to get Anna this phone.
While they got Anna her phone, I fixed some steak. I made a smokey mess, though I must say that the steak was very tasty. It was a smokey mess mostly because I had to use vegetable oil and not something with a higher smoke point.
I replaced a bulb over Mildred's stove yesterday.
Bobbie wanted $20 in quarters today.
Mary told me she likes my haircut.
A meth head delivered phone books today.
I tried to go sit on stand this morning, and I did actually succeed in getting on stand. Unfortunately, it started raining not long after I had been on stand. After an hour and a half of a steady rain, I could feel the water start to soak into my boxers and new it was time to get down.
We're taking Daisy to get sliced and diced tomorrow.
One of the screen hinges on Anna's laptop broke last night. Now the screen can't be closed. I called Dell. They said a technician would call us Thursday to schedule a repair.
The driver side door on our car finally quit completely. As many of you are aware, the lock on that door hardly ever works. The only way to open the door was to pull the handle from the inside. Well, the inside latch is now broken as well. I have to climb over the passenger side seat to get behind the wheel. I guess that means that the first thing we do, after we are done dealing with Daisy, is schedule an appointment for the door to get fixed. I'm just not sure how they can work on a door that can't be opened in the first place.
I made some sweet tea tonight. The recipe includes baking soda "to fight the bitterness." I don't know anything about that. I can't say that I'm a sweet tea aficionado or anything.
There's always much more that happens during the day, but when I sit down to write this, I always forget. I guess I'll just let you guys imagine what I might have done:
I ________ to the ________. But because ________, I couldn't ________. Instead, I went ahead and ________. _________ wanted ______ to _________ so _________ and ________ _________ed. Thankfully, ________ felt like ________ and was _________ enough to ___________.
Red (I had been wearing gray boxers, but as I mentioned, they got soaked while I was hunting)
I did some laundry.
I'm thirsty.
People who read this blog: Person who Google blogsearched "dressed up as Martha Stewart"
This query directed this person to my Reformation Day post. I'm fairly certain this woman (For what man would have googled this particular phrase? Well, now that I think about that, I'm just creeped out. Let's just assume it was a woman.) was attracted to our blog because I mention baking a pound cake and fixing chili. I happen to know this visitor was from Florida, so she is most certainly a 78 year old retiree wanting to spend her golden years baking delicious goodies for her spoiled grand-children. To her I have this to say, a pound cake recipe is simple. It's a pound of butter, a pound of flour, a pound of sugar, and a pound of eggs. The secret is in the technique. Ok, I'm going to be honest. I have no idea why anyone would search for stuff about dressing up as Martha Stewart. The more I think about it the more it creeps me out, regardless of whether or not this person is a 78 year old grandmother.